The White Falcon - 13.12.1941, Síða 2

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THE WHITE FALCON
PRIVATE BUCK . . By Clyde Lewis
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“Okay, Robinson Crusoe, come off that island and get in step!”
ICELANDIC LESSON
VERBS—I.
In Icelandic, as in English, verbs are classified generally
into the weak and the strong conjugations.
1. Verbs of the weak conjugation fall into four groups.
Each group is classified by the ending it takes inw the present
and imperfect indicative, the supine and the past participle.
Indicative
Group lst.Pers. Singular Pres. Past Supine Past Participle
I. -a aSi aS aSur
II. -i Si, di, ti aS, t aSur
III. -i Si, di, ti t Sur, dur, tur
IV. — Si, di, ti iS, t Sur, dur, tur
2. Conjugation of the Weak Verbs of Group I —
(aS) starfa, (to) work:
Present:
Singular: Plural:
(I work) dg starfa (We work) viS storfum
(You work) Jm starfar (You work) {)iS starfz'd
(He works) hann starfar (They work) j)eir starfa
Past or Imperfect:
(I worked) eg starf adz
(You worked) t>u starfadVr
(He worked) hann starfadz
(We worked) viS storfzxdzzm
(You worked) storfzzdzzd
(They worked) j)eir storfzzda
THE WHITE FALCON
Published each Saturday by and
for the American Forces
in Iceland.
PFC. Edward Murray, Jr.
Managing Editor.
Cpl. Rowland Dow (U.SJW.C.)
News Editor.
PFC. Peter T. Macy,
Sports Editor.
Published under supervision
of S-2 section, I.B.C.
This paper has been passed by
the censor and may be mailed
home for one cent.
U.S. AT WAR
The aggressor strikes again;
this time from his stealitly coil-
ed position he has attempted
to hurl his poisonous fangs
into the solid limbs of the Un-
ited States and Great Britain,
in a great war in the Pacific
Ocean.
Acknowledged his rattles
were silent, his leap bold and
devastating with the element
of surprise great. He is fight-
ing in desperation and appears
awed by his early successes.
But woe to this foe of righte-
ousness when his intoxication
wears off.
In this bold attack Japan fol-
lowed true to the German pat-
tern of warfare and made
bombs its messenger. This bru-
tal assault will go down in Am-
erican history as the greatest
crime ever committed against
it. Nor can Britain, already
scared from similar acts, for-
get who stabbed it in the back
at such an hour.
Then Germany as though
in fulfilment of an obligation
declared she was at war with
the United States. Italy, nazi’s
bootjack, obediently followed
suit.
All this has a very definite
significance to the troops in
Iceland. We are guarding this
island for the United States.
Our obligation and service is
equal to our brothers at this
moment in action. We must re-
main constantly alert to our
responsibilities.
Then, when called upon, a-
venge a hundred fold the cov-
eting deeds of the enemy ag-
gressor.
We are going to win the war,
we are going to win the peace
that follows it ....
3. Vocabulary of Military
Nouns:
fotgongulid—Inf antry
hermadur—Soldier
riddaralid-—Cavalry
storskotalid—Artillery
vilbyssulid—Machine Gun Tr
flugmadur—aviator
flugvel—aeroplane
flutningur—transport, convey-
ance
herflutningaskip—troop trans-
port
hersveit—regiment
Terms:
herjjjdnusta—military service
floti—fleet, navy
flotaslod—naval base
flugvollur—airfield.
V 6r b s:
duelja—to live, stay
skjdta—to shoot at, to fire at
berjalst)—to fight. — (In this
verb add the st to every end-
ing, e.g. Hann berst, he fights,
hann bardist, he fought.)
(Continue pext issue).
A Soldier Looks
At The War
A griiit, stark reality stares
us in the face. We are no long-
er a peaceful country. The com-
bined efforts of our great nat-
ion are involved in what was
inevitable—War.
When the first fantastic re-
ports reached our surprised
ears we hopefully denied them,
we wondered doubted, and
then prayed. We futilely hoped
against hope and then con-
firmation came. Reports be-
came too numerous and real-
istic to be, as some of us hop-
ed, a repetition of the Orson
Welles incident.
Further reaction set in. Some
of us remembered the long
happy hours we had spent serv-
ing in places that are now a
turmoil of conflict. We want-
ed to rush to the aid of our
country and of the men we
knew who were, in all prob-
ability, fighting for their lives.
We wanted to dash madly,
armed or otherwise, across the
thousands of intervening miles
to take a crack at the enemy
we now hated so violently. All
these and many other mad
thoughts crowded our troubled,-
unsettled minds which hunger-
ed for action.
Gradually we segregated the
various fantastic thoughts in
our minds, Our situation be-
came clearer and clearer. The
absurdity of an 8,000 mile dash,
across two great oceans and
one mighty continent, was ap-
parent. Our eyes and ears shift-
ed warily to the nearer scene
of more dastardly acts and up-
on the fiend whose warped
brain had conceived these
atrocities. We sought his con-
nection with these sudden new
developements. We watched
and waited, what next?
And now the cards have been
dealt and the chips played. We
have entered the biggest game
of all. Wherein, once we were
only a kibitzer and more re-
cently the banker. A game of
high stakes where the ante is
a billion dollars where the op-
ener plays in battleships and
planes, and lives and in fasc-
ism/ Let them pass their aces
under the table for we hold
the Royal flush. We have but
to lay our cards down and re-
tain our liberty. Let others
squabble over the spoils.
Peter Macy,